It is said that to push a person past the brink of insanity, all he needs is one bad day. In the span of one day, the life of Harold Finkle, a middle aged construction worker from Charlotte, has unraveled like a cheap sweater that’s fallen prey to a group of yarn obsessed cats. It was a day the Finkle would not be able to remember, but it’s one that he will undoubtedly never forget.
The following story is based on the gathered accounts from friends and family, and from Howard himself, during rare moments of lucidity. It was a day that started with bacon and eggs, ended with video porn. It is a story that led Howard into a padded cell somewhere, with no discernible hope of freedom.
Howard Finkle was a quiet man, a man of simplistic tastes. He had taken on a construction job because he loved working with his hands. He was enthralled by the very idea of creating something with his bare hands. He was indeed a worker’s worker. He lived with his wife, a subtle beauty who has enjoyed a quiet life with her loving husband. Sadly, the two were unable to bear a child. Despite problems, Finkle always made sure that they would see them through as a couple.
In the week of the incident, Finkle’s wife had decided to stay at her mother’s place. It was a Monday that felt different for Finkle. Aside from the fact that it was the first time he had cooked breakfast for himself in several years, he was just not used to being alone. He cooked, or attempted to cook, bacon and eggs, which ended up in the garbage disposal. Co-workers claim that Finkle had been complaining all day that his breakfast was inedible. On his way to work, an unexpected traffic jam along with a series of misfortunes put Finkle in the worst of moods. According to his colleagues, Finkle spent several minutes arguing with his foreman after arriving. The rest of the day, Finkle’s mood was getting progressively worse.
It was alter learned that Finkle had been let go, and he was to serve his final two weeks, a mere courtesy from the foreman. It was also later learned that Finkle had been suffering from the bills piling up, and the pressure of supporting himself and his wife with a very modest salary was starting to take over him. The straw that broke the camel’s back occurred when Finkle arrived home.
Uncharacteristically, Finkle went online looking for porn in an effort to relieve some stress. Finkle was found the next day, staring blankly at the monitor as a singular porn video on loop. Finkle claims that his wife was in the video, getting anally violated by another man.
Finkle now is in a mental institution, with very little chance for recovery.
